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RE: Steemit Poetry Contest #12 + Winners of #11!
My Entry
Our Present and Our Future
It's our 2 years anniversary,
Now we have a son.
He has his mother eyes,
like a dangerous and rapturous sun.
I just hope he doesn't turn
as dominating as his mother is.
If the worst does happen,
then it's sad for the future girl friend of his.
The Future slowly turned into present,
And no longer do we wonder.
Few years more, we husband and wife will be in chair.
Tides will turn and we will be the ones to be looked after.